"Kid, you’ve got so guts!" The White Mask smiled sinisterly, with a dazzling red light bursting from his eyes, enveloping Zhu Wenwu.
A massive blood-red fog appeared in the vision, as if they had entered another world where even the air felt lighter.
Zhu Wenwu knew this was a domain ford by laws, a power only mastered by high-tier Extraordinary beings.
However, this terrifying entity from the blood clearly only possessed a partial and incomplete version of such power.
Within the domain, part of the laws would be replaced to create an advantageous situation for the domain caster.
And Zhu Wenwu just happened to know the fixed law of this domain, Rakshasa’s Third Rule, Blood Burst.
Zhu Wenwu’s face showed pain, with wounds cracking open on his skin, spraying out a large amount of blood, which hovered in the air, gradually boiling and turning into mist.
In this domain, the boiling point of blood was extrely low, evaporating quickly at normal temperatures.
For humans, such a place is extrely deadly, making survival impossible.
Zhu Wenwu knelt on the ground but did not fall, his bones clearly visible through the flesh, and the flesh on his face had completely fallen off.
Yet he did not die, and his life force showed no signs of weakening.
"You... are indeed like this."
The White Mask’s eyes showed astonishnt, with a tone of confusion, unable to figure out how an existence like Zhu Wenwu had ford.
Zhu Wenwu slowly stood up from the ground, a strange smile on his face, as the rotten skin began to reassemble into a new face, identical to the original but even more exquisite.
"Actually, I wasn’t sure either, but I didn’t expect it to really succeed."
Zhu Wenwu lowered his head, his body trembling, speaking slowly with a smile.
The first law within the boundless blood fog: beings of the sa origin cannot kill each other.
This is to ensure continuity, a first law born from the Blood Moon World, residing in every creature erging from the Blood Moon, unable to be surpassed unless surpassing the Blood Moon itself.
This also made the invasion of the Blood Moon World into the outside inevitable, as the limited resources of the world could not satisfy their desires, forcing them to expand outward infinitely.
In truth, this is the inevitable developnt of every world reaching its extre.
It seems to be a behavior tending towards destruction.
Previously, Zhu Wenwu had devoured a blood species and converted part of his body into a Blood Moon creature.
And that blood species shared the sa origin with the White Mask.
A massive, dense blood fog enveloped the two, with nothing visible from the outside and no movents felt, like being in silent deep water.
The White Mask stared at Zhu Wenwu, his eyes twitching slightly, speaking in a deep voice: "What do you intend to do? Since we’re beings of the sa origin, it’s unnecessary to keep fighting."
Zhu Wenwu felt power continuously flowing into his body, sneering as he spoke: "Of course, to kill you."
He snapped his fingers, and two figures appeared behind him, with rabbit ears and eyes the color of crimson, dressed in gray and black robes, carrying a sword like a long knife for cutting lons.
"Haha, originally, I couldn’t kill you, but everything you’ve done was within my expectations."
Zhu Wenwu laughed maniacally, appearing frenzied, with two lines of tears sliding down his face.
His body had already restored to its original state, with lines of blood-colored patterns appearing, intertwining like so kind of runes.
With a large amount of blood fog pouring into his body, he easily crossed that threshold.
[Bloodline Demon Hunter: Tier Eight, Extre Rank, Those who banish darkness will be stained with filth.
You have absorbed power from the Blood Moon World, yet will inevitably approach the irreversible edge of madness.
You are also one of the Original Blood Species, terrifying human with rabbit head.]
The two rabbit-headed creatures exploded in front of the White Mask.
Then, four rabbit-headed creatures appeared around, charging towards the White Mask.
A giant hand of blood erged in the fog, slapping the four rabbit-headed creatures to death.
But imdiately, eight rabbit-headed creatures appeared nearby, continuing to attack the White Mask.
Their power and speed had increased compared to before.
As ti passed, more and more rabbit-headed creatures appeared, filling the blood fog world.
At this mont, the White Mask also showed a hint of fatigue; he couldn’t kill Zhu Wenwu, and these rabbit-headed creatures only increased.
The power Zhu Wenwu mastered seed to completely counter his, and these rabbit-headed creatures were not afraid of the domain’s Blood Burst.
At this mont, Zhu Wenwu’s hair had turned snow white, with a bizarre shine, holding a steel sword, staring fixedly at the White Mask without moving.
Theoretically, Original Blood Species should not be able to kill each other.
But he was not a pure blood species, and could also be considered a human, a Demon Hunter.
Demon Hunters were born to slay these dark, twisted entities.
The blood-red patterns on his skin suddenly turned black, forming a complete circuit, with similar black patterns also appearing on the rabbit-headed creatures.
Finally, a rabbit-headed creature carved a half-ter-long wound on the White Mask’s chest, as if it was a burn, with a large amount of white smoke emanating from it.
A pained sound ca from the White Mask’s mouth.
"You..."
He showed a look of helplessness, Zhu Wenwu seed like a big rogue to him, one he couldn’t attack while the other could truly harm him.
This is unfair!
"Consider yourself lucky!"
The White Mask spat out harsh words, quickly retreating, withdrawing the domain, with the rabbit-headed creatures vanishing along.
These rabbit-headed creatures were originally birthed from his power.
"Zhu Wenwu?"
Zhou Guan was sowhat worried about Zhu Wenwu, but found he was unhard while the White Mask was injured.
More than a dozen bodies lay at his feet. Without the interference of the White Mask, these Doomsday Cult believers were no match for him, and within just half a mont, he had slain over half of them.
"Well done!"
Zhu Wenwu observed the surrounding situation, praising him.
He never held back his praise, being soone who could interact kindly with others.
"Of course," Zhou An smiled, turning his eyes to the White Mask, saying, "What should we do with this thing?"
But before he finished his sentence, the White Mask ran towards the jungle behind, as if fleeing in a hurry.
"Don’t let him live, I’ll deal with him, you handle the others,"
Zhu Wenwu spoke decisively, then pursued him.
Currently, the White Mask was no match for him, but that didn’t an he wouldn’t be in the future.
In his impression, this terrifying entity from the Blood Moon grew swiftly, soon reaching a level even difficult for the Wizard King to handle.
Such a terrifying scene was still vivid in his mind.
By that ti, the White Mask would likely have long broken free from the constraints of the first law.
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